The whining was new, too. Not that he whined, but the way he did. Like he was in deep distress over something. That ended quickly enough though and the wolf was ready to challenge him.

Daryl stayed still for the most part for several long seconds. Then his butt gave a tiny wiggle before he darted forward and swiped at the wolf with one paw in an attempt to get him to back off, that low growl that was almost a hiss emanating from him the whole time.

The claws weren't out. Yet.